Death My Savior?
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What happens when you want to die? But Death won't let you, he wants you to live. What happens if you die continuously but always end up waking up in your soft bed.
Krista caught Deaths attention when she was only 15 when she ran from a dark house and onto the train tracks when a train was coming. He saved her. She tried again but in front of a car a couple months later. He saved her again. She turned 16 and took a bottle of pills. He saved her yet again.
"Why won't you let me die!" She cried, covering her pale face.
He stood in her bedroom corner and looked at her, his eyes softening at her.
"I'd like to know that too."
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